


the beginning of the end

by 90milebeach



Category: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)
Genre: AU, F/F
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2014-12-28
Updated: 2014-12-31
Packaged: 2018-03-03 23:31:47
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,556
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2892149
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/90milebeach/pseuds/90milebeach
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Skye gets locked out of her apartment on the last day of the year. Jemma comes to the rescue.</p>
            </blockquote>





	1. day in the life of

**Author's Note:**

> I haven't written in a while and I don't write often but I absolutely adore Skimmons so I decided to give it a shot. I understand if it's shitty but I apologize in advance! Other than that, I hope you like it!

There wasn't enough time for this. At 1900 hours on 31st December, 2014, there really wasn't enough time for this. Skye sighed heavily and rested her forehead against the cool, polished wood of her apartment door. Having returned from her job just in enough time to take a shower and then head out to celebrate the New Year in New York , which is probably what every young blood in the city would be doing, Skye didn't count upon herself to forget taking the apartment key. She had left it inside the apartment when she was in a hurry to get to work.

  
 Having moved to New York only recently, Skye was new at this building. She didn't think the landlady or neighbours would still be hanging about, especially today. Besides, she was new and was yet to make introductions, nobody would trust her. The only solution was to either break in or interrupt someone else in their celebrations just because she had the memory of a goldfish. She wondered whether Ward had already left for the club they were going to meet at, which was on the other side of town, and whether he would come and pick her up.

  
 "Are you OK?" she was interrupted in her thoughts by a distinctly foreign accent. A British accent. Startled, she looked up. Nothing in the world could've prepared her for the sight before her eyes. A girl, slightly shorter than her, with shoulder-length hair and the most beautiful face Skye had ever seen, stood with two grocery bags in each of her hands and a concerned look on her face.

  
 "What," Skye blurted out having realized that the girl was waiting for her to respond.

  
 "I said, are you OK? You looked really frown-y," the girl repeated with a small frown of her own.

  
 "Oh, yeah," Skye said and then looked in the direction of her door. Shaking her head she continued, "actually no, I'm locked out of my apartment because I forgot to take my keys with me in the morning. Stupid, I know." The girl nodded in understanding.

  
 A few moments passed before the girl spoke up.

  
 "I'm Jemma Simmons," the girl said, trying to balance both grocery bags in her left hand and bringing forward the right one for Skye to shake. Skye shook her hand and made a mental note of how soft Jemma Simmons' hand was. Seriously, Skye? She thought. You just met her and you're thinking about how soft her hands are. She mentally kicked herself.

  
 "You're new here, right..," Jemma asked Skye. It was only a few moments later that Skye realized that she hadn't told her name and the girl was waiting for it.

  
 "Skye, yeah I moved here two weeks ago," she said with a smile, still shaking Jemma's hand. Jemma's soft, warm hand. Ugh, brain stahp, Skye mentally cursed.

  
 "Skye," Jemma repeated with a smile. "So you're new. Well I'm not sure whether anybody told you yet, but the landlady isn't home today and nobody besides her has a duplicate key. I know because I've been locked out before," Jemma chuckled. The sound was like music to Skye's ears.

  
 Skye smiled at the absurdity of her situation. Here she was, locked out of her apartment on the last day of the year but all she could think about how much she wants to hear Jemma Simmons laugh again.

  
 "I'm locked out for the day then, just fucking great," Skye said suddenly with realization, cursing under her breath. She was really looking forward to hanging out with Ward and Tripp today and welcoming the new year here in New York.

  
 It would've been the first new year in 8 years which she wouldn't celebrate alone. Ever since Ward had turned 18 and moved out of the orphanage she and Ward had grown up in 8 years ago, she had been looking forward to the day she'd turn 18 and follow Ward to New York. He was like her brother and they constantly looked out for each other. Unfortunately, she didn't have the money for it until she was 20, having worked two jobs five days a week. After she had enough money, she moved to New York where Ward helped Skye find her own apartment, since he already shared his with two other people. He also got her a job as a "hacker extraordinaire" at a law firm called Coulson & May. Her job consisted of digging up information on cheating spouses, etc., but hey at least she was doing some good. And the bosses were really chill.

  
 Jemma saw the frown on Skye's face and suddenly felt a little sad for her.  
"I'm sorry. Did you have plans?" Jemma asked, bringing Skye back to reality.

  
 Skye nodded and said, "yeah, I was going to hang out with a few of friends of mine. I can't really make it to the club in my current state so I guess I'll just watch the ball drop on TV," Skye spoke trying to sound cheerful and then frowned, "oh wait, I'm locked out. I can't watch TV."  
Jemma nodded sympathetically until a brilliant idea occur to her.

  
 "Say Skye, why don't you stay at my place until the landlady returns? I can cook you dinner and you can watch the ball drop on my TV. You can even crash on the couch if you want. And I promise I won't murder you in your sleep," Jemma said with a big smile on her face. Skye was quite taken aback by the offer, less than the radiance of Jemma's smile, but quite.

  
 "Are you sure? You won't mind? Don't you have plans?" Skye smiled, feeling nervous butterflies in her stomach at the prospect of spending the night in Jemma's apartment. Or with Jemma. Either way.

  
 "I was going to stay in and cook dinner for Fitz, but some company will be delightful." The mention of a "Fitz" disappointed Skye because as creepy as it sounds, she thought Jemma lived alone. "Fitz is a dear, but after how long I've known him I'd rather talk to you than him," Jemma said only realizing what she's said after a moment. This caught both the girls by surprise and while Jemma blushed, Skye's mouth opened in surprise.

  
 "I mean, Fitz is really bad company unless we're talking about cars or machines or physics and even though I do enjoy talking to him I don't think he has anything new to say to me other than what happened on one of those horrid TV shows he watches.." Jemma rambled. Skye smiled and kept staring at Jemma as she continued to ramble. God, she looks cute when she rambles, Skye thought.  
"..which is why Fitz should never have control over the remote really." She took a deep breath before saying, "which is why we would love to have you over. I mean, I would, but Fitz wouldn't mind. We're neighbours anyway, what better occasion to get to know each other?" Jemma finished smiling expectantly at Skye.

  
 "Okay then, but if you try to kill me, I'll come back and haunt you," Skye said playfullu. Jemma grinned and moved past Skye towards her apartment. Skye couldn't help but notice how nice Jemma smelled. Stop being a creep Skye, she told herself.  
Gathering her stuff, Skye stood behind Jemma as she unlocked the door and held it open.

  
 Skye walked in and Jemma closed the door behind her.  
"Fitz! I'm back from the grocery shop," Jemma yelled and went about tidying up the room as if it wasn't already clean.

  
 Wow, Skye thought. Jemma Simmons is neat. And cute. And like, very pretty.

  
 "Did you remember to bring chips," a male voice with a Scottish accent yelled back, obviously Fitz.  
Jemma rolled her eyes and said, "yes, I did".

  
 Skye stood awkwardly facing Jemma's back, listening to the exchange between Jemma and 'Fitz'. In the little time Skye had talked to Jemma, Fitz had been mentioned more times than she could count. What if he was her boyfriend? Or worse, husband. Not that Jemma looked that old, she was probably in her mid-twenties. Not that people in her mid-twenties didn't marry, but still. What is she thinking?! Suddenly, Skye felt uncomfortable. She should've called Ward and insisted that he drive back and pick her up.

  
 Jemma turned to face Skye and found her looking at her thoughtfully, even though she wasn't really looking at her but more through her.  
"Earth to Skye, you alright?" Jemma said playfully bringing Skye back to the present.

  
 Skye smiled, "you really don't mind? What if I am a serial killer?"  
"You're too pretty to be a serial killer," Jemma replied and realized she'd done it again as the colour rose to her cheeks.

Thankfully, before Skye could respond Fitz walked into the room saying, "Jemma, who are you talki-" but stopped as soon as he noticed Skye.

  
 "Oh, hi," he said looking confused.

  
 "Fitz, this is Skye, she moved next door a week ago. Skye, this is Fitz, my roommate slash best friend," Jemma said making the necessary introductions. The latter part mentioning "best friend" wasn't necessary, but it made Skye just a bit more hopeful.

  
 Skye held up her hand in a small wave and said "hello" as Fitz replied in kind.

  
 "Skye forgot her key in the apartment and Lady Land is out, so Skye is stuck with us for the time being. You don't mind right?" Jemma said.

  
 "Oh, okay. I don't mind," Fitz answered looking at Skye suspiciously.

 

"She's not a serial killer Fitz, stop looking at her like that!" Jemma said.

"Sorry, it's just unusual. You bringing a girl home," Fitz replied with a small grin.

"Oh, shush you. Don't pay attention to him Skye. Sit down and make yourself at home. I'll go cook dinner," Jemma smiled warmly at Skye.

Maybe I won't be alone today after all, Skye thought looking at Jemma with a kind of adoration in her eyes as Jemma went about the house gracefully.


	2. the get to know

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> dinner, drinks, etc.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> shitty chapter title and summary, i know  
> but here's the chapter 2 anyway never mind the response  
> but holy shit 26 kudos thank you  
> i hope this is good enough

Skye had settled nicely on the very comfortable couch in Jemma's apartment. Fitz sat on the other end with a grumpy look on his face as both of them watched TV. Jemma had had an argument with Fitz earlier about Skye being in charge of changing the channels since she was the guest. Having won the argument, Jemma had then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner, leaving Skye and Fitz alone. Skye had settled on watching a rerun of Friends on some channel and even though it wouldn't have been Fitz's first choice of TV series, he didn't mind it all that much.

  
During the commercial break, Fitz spoke up catching Skye by surprise since she had expected him to ignore her for as long as he deemed possible.

  
"So Skye, didn't you have plans for New Year's eve?" Fitz asked turning to face Skye from the other side of the couch.

  
"Actually I did, but they involved going to the other side of town which I couldn't do without a change of clothing. The club I was invited to had a dress code," Skye explained.

  
Fitz hummed in response and turned back to face the TV.

  
"What about you and Jemma? Do you guys always stay in? I mean, you guys don't look that old," Skye asked, curiosity taking over her.

  
"New year's eve doesn't mean more to us than new year's eve, literally. But Jemma always insists on doing something special like having a nice dinner and drinking fancy," Fitz answered sarcastically without looking at Skye.

  
Skye nodded and turned her attention back to the TV. None of them spoke much after that, besides giggling or saying something funny about what they were watching, until Jemma announced that dinner was ready. Skye looked at the time on her phone. It was 19:50. Skye realized that Ward and the guys must be expecting her. She had forgotten to inform them of her change of plans.  
 Fitz got up and moved to the dining table where Jemma was setting the food.

  
"Excuse me guys, I need to make a phone call," Skye said moving outside to the balcony. She dialled Ward's number and waited for him to pick up.

  
"Skye! Are you on your way?" Ward yelled on the phone, loud music playing in the background.

  
"Hey, about that. I'm not going to be able to make it. I got locked out of my apartment and I didn't want to trouble you," Skye spoke loudly.

  
"Oh, it was no trouble! I can still come and get you!" Ward yelled back.

  
"It's alright, Ward. I ran into my neighbour who was kind enough to invite me over, so I'm having dinner at her place and she's letting me stay the night. You enjoy your night," Skye told him.

  
"Will you be okay? If you've agreed to stay at a stranger's then either the person is a cripple or someone hot," Ward joked, still yelling. Skye could imagine the stupid grin on his face.

  
"Jesus Grant, it's just a girl who happens to be nice. And no, she's not a cripple. Why are you yelling anyway," Skye said in order to change the topic of conversation. It wasn't that Skye didn't think Jemma was hot, but it was really none of Ward's business.

  
They talked for a few more minutes before promising to call after midnight strikes.

  
When Skye walked back into the room she saw Jemma and Fitz sitting around the dining table in their seats, waiting for her. Fitz was looking irritated but Jemma smiled brightly when she saw Skye.

  
"About bloody time!" Fitz said.  
"Fitz, be nice," Jemma said hitting Fitz on his shoulder.  
"I'm sorry, you guys shouldn't have waited. It smells delicious, by the way," Skye grinned at Jemma.  
Jemma blushed and replied, "It's only spaghetti. Grandma's recipe. Nothing fancy."  
"Still."

  
Fitz cleared his throat popping the girls out of the bubble they seemed to be in. "Let's get to the part where we eat, shall we?"

  
"Right yes, bon appétit" Jemma announced.

  
After the first two bites Skye couldn't help but moan her appreciation. "Jemma, this is the best spaghetti I've ever had. To be fair I haven't had a lot of it, but this is hands down the best."

  
"I second that," Fitz said through a mouthful.

  
Jemma just smiled back contentedly and said that she was glad they liked it.

  
After thanking Jemma for the delicious dinner and helping her clean the dishes, both the girls joined Fitz, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, with bottles of beer.

  
The couch wasn't suited for three people to sit together and still have their personal spaces intact, so Skye sat pressed next to Jemma, who sat next to Fitz. Not that Skye minded sitting pressed next to Jemma at all.

  
"So Skye, what work do you do?" Fitz asked curiously when the TV show they were watching started to bore him.

  
"I'm a, uh, consultant at Coulson & May. It's a law firm. Computers, that sort of work. I just joined the firm a week ago, though."

  
"We've heard of the law firm, haven't we, Fitz? Fitz is a brilliant engineer, by the way!" Jemma said cheerily, trying to keep the conversation going.

  
"That I am," Fitz said smugly taking a sip of his beer.

  
"That's so cool! What about you Jemma?" Skye said steering the conversation in Jemma's direction. She wanted to know more about Jemma and this was her chance without being too obvious.

  
"I'm into research. Biochemistry. I work with Fitz at the SHIELD labs. Nothing too exciting," Jemma answered matter of fact-ly.

  
"Nothing too exciting? Jemma has two sodding PhDs and she's only 25!" Fitz added already on his second bottle of beer.

  
"Fitz, you're already tipsy! Take it slow, it's only 9:30!" Jemma scolded but Fitz just shrugged and took another sip.

  
"Two PhDs huh? Not bad," Skye said appreciatively making Jemma wrinkle her nose. "You make me sound like a nerd," she replied. "A cute nerd," Skye added smiling. The alcohol had made her bold already. Jemma turned a little pink and Fitz rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

  
"Actually, I need to tell you something," Skye said all of a sudden with a serious look on her face. Jemma looked at her worriedly and Fitz just ignored her completely, watching the TV with a great deal of attention.  
"What is it?" Jemma asked biting her lip. Dammit, Skye thought. Jemma Simmons needs to stop being so effortlessly cute.  
"I can't drink alcohol," Skye confessed.

  
Jemma looked shocked, like her plans had just been ruined. Skye couldn't be a minor, could she? Jemma thought. But before she could say anything Skye continued.

  
"I only turn 21 in 4 months. So, I'm drinking your beer illegally," Skye explained with a small smile, trying to sound badass.

  
Jemma let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and laughed. "Skye! I thought it was something serious!" Jemma giggled, the alcohol getting to her as Skye laughed along with her.

  
"It's ok, I won't tell the police," Jemma said when the laughter had died down. "Pinky promise?" Skye grinned and brought forward her fist, extending her pinky. Jemma rolled her eyes playfully but curled her pinky around Skye's. "I pinky promise."

  
Both the girls felt a tiny spark run through their skin when their fingers touched, but blamed it on the alcohol and went back to awkwardly watching TV, neither of them paying much attention. The silence was only broken by an increasingly drunk Fitz laughing at the TV show that was currently on

.  
"This is hilarious," he exclaimed and looked to his left where the girls sat.  
"Are you paying attention? This stuff is bloody good! Why aren't you laughing?" Fitz asked with a slight pout.  
This made the girls burst into a fit of giggles and they nodded in agreement, trying to console a drunken Fitz.

  
When Fitz's attention had gone back to the TV, Jemma turned to Skye and spoke with a slightly more accented voice, probably because of the alcohol, "Ignore him, he's already on his fourth beer and well on his way to pass out."

  
"Nah, I don't mind. He's kind of like watching a drunk puppy," Skye said smiling. "He is, isn't he!" Jemma laughed.

  
They both looked in Fitz's direction  and saw him passed out, just like Jemma had said, and snoring with his face rested on the arm of the couch.  
They then looked at each other and burst into a louder fit of giggles.

  
"Hey, what time is it," Skye taking a(n illegal) sip of her beer, trying her best to calm down.  
"A little under 11 o'clock," Jemma said checking her watch and getting up, "plenty of time for me to open the wine bottle with Fitz passed out."  
"Aye, aye, mate!" Skye said in a cringe-worthy English accent. But Jemma was too drunk to cringe and only laughed, returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured the wine into the glasses and handed one to Skye.

  
"To having the best New Year's eve I've had so far, cheers!" said Skye clinking her glass with Jemma's for emphasis. Jemma only nodded and blushed a little. "Cheers."

  
"So England, huh? What brought you to America!" Skye said propping her elbows on her knees and looking up at Jemma with an expression of interest which couldn't be expected from a drunk(?) person.

  
Jemma could feel the butterflies erupt in her stomach at the fond look on Skye's face.  
Suddenly, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> sorry about any errors/mistakes  
> comments appreciated!


	3. a future for the present

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> 2014 is over!

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> this is the last chapter and sorry if it's shitty but it's the best i could write given the time and my study schedule

"I'm waaaiting!"  Skye sang in a sweet voice.

And just like that, Jemma didn't feel nervous anymore.

"There's nothing to tell really, we moved to America when I was 5. I had more books than friends. Skipped a few grades and well, hear I am," Jemma shrugged.

"Better than mine," Skye murmured.

"What was that?" Jemma asked.

"I've been in an orphanage my whole life, other than the occasional foster homes," Skye said like it was no big deal.

"Oh, Skye, I'm sorry," Jemma apologized.

"Hey, you don't need to apologize. It's no biggie, it's just nothing I can undo. Besides, it wasn't that bad. The nuns were pretty entertaining," Skye said with a smile.

"God yes, nuns! I went to a convent till 7th grade until my parents decided that I needed an "authentic high school" experience," Jemma air quoted making Skye laugh.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, smiling at nothing in particular.

Skye looked at the watch, trying to ascertain what time it was.

"Hey, it's only half an hour till 2015! Do you want to play a game? Let's play a game Jemma!" Skye announced excitedly, clearly borderline drunk.

"Alright, you suggest?" Jemma said carefully taking a sip of her wine. She was tipsy, but she wasn't as drunk as Skye was. Or Fitz.

"I Never! It's a shots game where you say something along the lines of 'I Never did this thing.." and if you have, you take a shot. The point is to get drunk as hell, basically. And since we don't know each other that well, here's our chance," Skye answered with a big grin. "Do you have vodka? And shot glasses?"

"Sounds..fun?" Jemma answered, clearly not convinced but she couldn't say no to Skye, "I'll go check. Fitz occasionally drinks vodka so we might be in luck. Wake him up will you?"

Getting absolutely pissed wasn't Jemma's idea of fun, but with Skye she would probably jump off the Empire State building without hesitating. She didn't know how she felt about it.

Jemma walked off in search of the 'apparatus' for their game, while Skye shifted closer to the snoring Fitz on the couch and nudged him. "Psst Fiiitz. Wake up!" Fitz murmured something and went back to snoring. "FIIIITZ, IT'S ALMOST 2015."

Fitz hummed as Skye continued, nudging him harder, "WAKE UP FITZ YOUR TV IS ON FIRE!"

And with that, Fitz stood up so quickly that he almost tripped over the table, shouting "MY TELLY!"

He looked around him and found nothing was on fire, well other than Skye technically who was laughing so hard she turned red, and with a confused look on his face asked, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing," Skye continued laughing.

"Don't lie! Why are you laughing?" Fitz said with an angry pout, resembling a kicked puppy, just as Jemma walked back in.

"Good! You're up! We were going to play this game called I Never that Skye just told me about. You in or are you too drunk?" Jemma said.

"I'm in as long as there's more alcohol," Fitz murmured, sitting back down on the couch.

After explaining the rules to Fitz, the game was set into motion with Skye being the first one to have a go.

"I Never got drunk with people I met the same day," Skye smiled and took a shot, Fitz following her example.

Jemma continued by stating, "Hm.. I Never skipped a single grade at school," and then downed a shot in triumph, shooting Skye a smile. Fitz, yet again, took a shot of his own.

"Well played," Skye said.

"Thanks," Jemma smirked.

"I.. Never made out with a stranger after getting drunk with them," Fitz said and took a shot immediately.

"Fitz!" Jemma said her eyes wide, clearly surprised. But what surprised her even more was when Skye took a shot looking kind of guilty, trying to avoid eye contact with Jemma.

"Aha!" Fitz pointed to Skye, "I'm not the only one I see." Skye just shrugged in reply.

"I Never punched a douchebag in the face," Skye continued quickly before things got too awkward. Whatever it was between her and Jemma, she had concluded that she was obviously attracted to Jemma. Not at all surprising, considering Jemma Simmons was pretty fucking attractive. But the pessimist part of her brain kept telling her that a girl like Jemma Simmons couldn't possibly be straight or even like her back.

Back to the game, all three of them took a shot of their own and congratulated each other, narrating the story of their punching exploits.

Jemma, looking more and more flushed by the minute, clearly getting well on her way to smashed because of the vodka, said boldly, "I Never fall in love at first sight," and then took a shot and slammed the glass on the table, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her sweater. Skye's eyes went wide as butterflies of hope fluttered through her stomach, making her feel dizzy.

Taking Jemma's statement as a challenge, Skye took a shot of her own considering it a maybe.

Fitz, on the other hand, pondered for a few moments before shrugging and taking a shot.

"I Never got absolutely smashed on New Year's eve," he said with a grin and downed another shot as both girls did the same grinning. Skye looked at Jemma licking her lips when she thought Jemma wasn't looking and thought about how nice it would feel to kiss them. She shook her head, trying to clear her drunken mess of a mind.

Suddenly braver by Jemma's previous confession of sorts and a flicker of hope burning inside her, Skye spoke without making too much sense, "I Never wanted to kiss someone so bad that I went nuts." She took a shot, looking at Jemma without actively staring at her.

Jemma turned even more pink, if that was a possibility, and looked at Skye before looking at Fitz and then looking nowhere in particular. Two seconds later she was downing a shot as Fitz cheered on saying "Atta girls!"

"Look, only one minute left!" Fitz said getting up excitedly, a tedious task considering how drunk he was, not noticing the staring competition going on between Jemma and Skye.

"Jemma?" Skye said looking at her longingly.

"Yes, Skye?" Jemma asked looking into Skye's eyes, then her lips and back to her eyes.

"TEN!" Fitz exclaimed from behind them. The yells of people outside of and inside the building counting down the seconds to 2015 could be heard.

"This might sound creepy, but I think I like you," Skye said looking at Jemma's lips.

"NINE!"

"I think I like you too, Skye," Jemma said.

"EIGHT!"

"You do?" Skye said, not completely taken aback at this point.

"SEVEN"

"Yes, silly," Jemma smiled.

"SIX!"

"Jemma," Skye said.

"FIVE!"

"Yes?"

"FOUR!"

"I'm going to kiss you now," Skye said inching closer towards Jemma.

"THREE!"

"I would like that," Jemma said closing her eyes.

"TWO!"

Skye closed the space between them, her lips fitting with Jemma's perfectly, the notorious stomach-butterflies finally taking off. Jemma's lips were softer than Skye had previously imagined. She couldn't fucking believe how happy she felt.

"ONE!  
HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Skye pulled back and smiled, "happy new year indeed."

Jemma just gave Skye a shit eating grin and pressed their lips together again.

"Guys???""

Fitz turned around, ready to complain about the lack of wishes from his 'friends', but all his drunk brain could muster was an "Oh" upon the scene that lay before him.

Yep, 2015 is going to be fantastic, Fitz thought and smiled.

  
fin.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Hope it was okay! I'm thinking about a Fitz/Ward continuation but lets see what the future holds  
> in other news, happy new year everyone! Have a good one!

**Author's Note:**

> I apologize for any mistakes or inaccuracies. I'm not sure whether I should continue it but I do have a bit of story planned out??? Anyways, thanks for reading! Advice and critique appreciated :-)


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